A LARK IN THE OPEN


"Well, where do we go from here, boys?" asked Allen, lazily stretching out
on the grass with a convenient, raised bank of moss for a pillow, while
the girls repacked the depleted hampers. "It's such a wonderful day, and
camp was never like this."

"Tell us something we don't know," Frank retorted. "Gee, it's been a fine
experience and all, but, believe me, I'll be glad when the call comes for
action."

"They're off again," said Grace plaintively.

"I must say you're not awfully complimentary," added Mollie, busily
folding napkins.

"In what way, sweet maid, do we offend?" Will inquired.

"Oh, always talking about how glad you'll be to get away from us," she
explained. "Here we thought we'd been entertaining you so beautifully--"

"Gee, you have!" cried Roy, propping himself on his elbow and speaking
with unaccustomed solemnity. "It's been just great, having you girls
here."

"It certainly has," added Frank. "I guess we'd have gone clean crazy
because of homesickness if you hadn't come along just when you did."